Gina's log. 3218 hours to Earth orbit. Still no clue as to the android's real purpose, or how to discover said purpose without damaging it. He responds to some voice commands, but rarely speaks. I have no idea how to get him to listen to me consistently. No wonder he was crafted in a male form. Have spent the last 1014 hours studying the books on robotics available in the ship's library. I'm no closer to understanding them now than I was on page one. The only thing I've learned is how to repair him. Perhaps I could get his attention by dressing like a nurse. The journey is passing quickly and other than frustration with myself over my inability to understand the mechanical man, this is the least stressed I've felt since signing on.
Gina lay flat on her back on her work bench. The android held her legs up so that her calves were braced against its chest. Her fingers desperately gripped the edge of the bench top to keep herself from being driven into the wall by his relentless pounding. Even though he was a machine, he was so much better at this than any of the men she'd been with. His long, thick cock seemed to curve slightly so that it hit her sweet spot every time he surged into her. The blood pounding in her ears almost seemed louder to her than the sound of her moans and the wet slapping of his hips against her ass. She found herself biting her lower lip as though she might wake the rest of the crew from stasis. Then, suddenly, her whole body shuddered around him. He leaned forward, plunging fully into her, and she could feel his cock pulse and buck inside her as though he were coming, too. She felt sure that if he hadn't been so deep inside her, she might have soaked the entire floor. XTC held her body tight to his and it seemed to go on a long time. Finally, as though he could sense her body slowing, the droid stepped back and its cock retracted back inside itself, wet and glistening with her juices.
Gina sat up, almost groggy with post-orgasmic bliss, found her vape and turned it on. As she blew her first cloud of mist at the ceiling, she grinned at XTC. "Was it good for you?" she joked.
"Yes, Captain Miller," he replied. "Very good."
His answer was unexpected and made her laugh.
"Well, good. I don't do this with just anyone, you know." Gina chuckled, still glowing. XTC responding to her made her feel a closeness to him that she didn't always feel. It was rare he said anything. He was definitely the strong, silent type. She sucked at her flavoured water vapour for a minute, then sighed. "I almost wish this trip wouldn't end," she told him. "I think you're probably the best thing to ever happen to me."
It was soon after. XTC had shut down and she hadn't got another word out of him, so Gina was working at her bench, trying to reassemble a malfunctioning power unit. She was broken from her thoughts by a loud wolf whistle. With a scream, she spun to find Rod standing in the doorway, leering at her. Her heart was pounding, and she was glad she'd put her panties back on.
"What a sight to wake up to," he commented.
"What are you doing up?" she asked, frowning and instantly suspicious.
"I thought you might be lonely," he said. His lecherous grin said exactly how he proposed to remedy that. Suspicions confirmed.
"I'm not that lonely," she shot back.
She turned her back to him as much as she could, to hide her stiff nipples poking out the front of her tank top, and pretended the power unit was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.
"If I'd known this is how you dress when you're on duty, I'd have stayed up and shared rotation," he said.
Gina tried to ignore him, even though she could feel him staring at her ass, on full display in her bikinis.
"You smell good," he said, stepping closer and sniffing the air theatrically.
She instantly flushed bright red. The whole room must smell like her. Could he tell what she'd been doing? How couldn't he? She gasped and tried not to stare at him. He stepped closer, so close he was almost touching her. She could smell the sweat on him.
"Come on, cuteness, why don't we...?" he started, but he never got to finish. He didn't have to.
Gina would rather weld her ears shut than hear the end of that sentence. Her brain was suddenly filled with a nightmare vision of the smelly, unshaven engineer on top of her, holding her legs apart, hips pumping furiously, raping her right there on the bench.
"I've got a spanner and I'm not afraid to use it!" she threatened, snatching up and waving the tool. She wished that didn't sound so lame. "And don't forget who maintains your pod," she reminded him.
"Hey! All right! So hostile," he said, raising his hands and taking a half step back. "Just trying to make the trip more enjoyable."
"My trip's just fine," she replied, edging around him toward the door.
Rod cast a scowling glance at the android. "Fine, you and your toy have fun together. It's a long way back to Earth, little girl."
"I'm going to go have a shower," she informed him. She hoped his pervert imagination made his brain overheat thinking about her naked in the open, sonic cubicle. "Don't even think of following me."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, still scowling.
"You know," she called over her shoulder as she breezed out, "it gives a great massage. Just ask it for one."
She heard the scream before she was ten feet away. Gina didn't see Rod again until they'd made orbit.
Gina's log. 2212 hours to Earth orbit. I'm discovering that while electronics and repair in an environment with limited resources is sometimes challenging, understanding robotics is insane. I'm unlikely to grasp this in my lifetime. I think I need to concede defeat. I'm just not cut out to be a programmer, or robot shrink. At least he doesn't need to worry much about breaking down with me around. It might be kind of kinky sticking things in him for a change. Speaking of maintenance, he seemed to enjoy it when I gave him a good polishing, top to bottom, yesterday. I would swear he purred at me when I was working his shoulders. Also on the topic of unexpected android behaviour, XTC has picked up a new routine, but I have no idea what triggered it. Lately, when I get up, he's been greeting me with a good morning and a cup of coffee. He still calls me Captain Miller. I'm dying to find out who she is.
Gina lay over the bench, panting. She thought for sure that you'd be able to see steam rising off her bare ass. After a long, languorous minute, she stretched. She was grinning and filled with a happy warmth. When she turned to get her post-massage vape, her blood turned cold. The medic was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, watching her. He shot her a raised eyebrow.
"How long have you been there?" she asked, fighting to get the words out.
"Long enough," he replied, pushing himself upright.
"Did you... see?" she stammered, worried he'd learned her secret, seen her bent over her work table, face down, her breasts mashed against its surface, XTC holding her arms in his hands and controlling her completely while his cock plunged into her over and over until she thought she'd lose her mind.
"I see you've been alone for far too long," he replied.
"What... what are you doing up?" she managed.
"Mandatory checkup," he said, stepping closer. "I missed the one on the trip out. Forgot to set the alarm. Now, I'm sorry I did."
Normally, Gina left her tank top on, only removing her panties for massage time (she was down to her last pair, since XTC was prone to tearing them off if she didn't get them off quickly enough for him), but this time she was completely naked. Not having that one last article of clothing left her feeling even more vulnerable than when Rod had intruded on her and she did her best to cover herself with her hands.